Oh, we’ve worked together in the woods. Cut wood. Yarded wood with horses, yarded wood with cattle. Pulled cattle at the fairs. Christ, we’ve gone out in the woods camping, canoeing, and doing a lot of that stuff together. Fishing, used to go on vacations together. Drank a lot of old cider together. We drank barrels of that stuff. Oh walt’s all right. He has his moods, oh I have to put up with a little of his shit, and maybe he does with mine sometime. We have our ups and downs and ins and outs, arounds and arounds, but we always seem to wind up back together again. It never seems to fail. Bob
